High Tide (an acrostic poem)

Hot sand under her feet, Crystal looked out over the waves

Instead of worrying about Dave and what he was doing

Going to the ocean had always been her escape when life got tough

Here she could feel connected to the always there, yet always changing

 

Too often she had to deal with that change with a plaster smile

Instead she welcomed the always there as the tears of the earth rushed in

Drowning her in their salty embrace

Everything would be okay

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